One of many heroes of tomorrow.
Her mother brought her to the praxis. It was some weeks after a failed suicide attempt and I was the fourth therapist in a row.
„I do not need another therapist.“ This was the good-bye-phrase to her mother at the doorstep. „This woman will not be the last to bite her lips bleedy on me.“ This was meant to be a threat. Then she turned around to stare at me, dressed in black and yellow shoes…